The Poetry Hut

[Ammi]

..but LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

[Niamh.]

..yeah...and I read Jesus' poem but am totally speechless to post atm...

Oh wow, it's really, really good

[Ammi]

Oh wow, it's really, really good

..ahh thank you...

[Stu]

Morning pirates,
are going to take my soul away
Morning pirates,
going to take me to sea today

And as my angel watches,
I start to walk the plank
Morning pirates,
are going to kill us when we sleep in

You said you were brave
but I knew to think again
Whose the glam queen,
in bed with the dirt king?

What happened to dreaming
or Love All The People
choking on aerosol
soiling the bed

The ways in which we roll,
sing sorrow from the grave
We lie in wait for our surprise
Speaks To Self :
"can you open your eyes"

[Lee.]

The ballad of Lee & Dave

Of all forum members that use Tea Eye Bee Bee
There are none with a mouth as foul as she
With a tongue sharp enough to kill or to hunt
Never misses an opportunity to call me a ******.

Her days of toilet 3somes will soon disappear
And STI’s dripping down her thighs like tears
to only one man she will make humanist pledges
No more sucking off strangers for Benson & Hedges

With more jimmies than LK could ever be rustlin’
Shouting at her kids “did you take a sh**e? That’s ******ing disgustin’”
Although everyman in Scotland has ridden this bike
It’s now time for them to all take a hike.

An Englishman is better – don’t let Dave settle for this
A Scottish scag head that’s always on the piss
Now I don’t want to raise an alarm
But the reason she’s shy to get out her arms
Is nothing to do with those bingo wings
It’s the giveaway needle marks – those little black rings
But all those dealers needed to be serviced
This is why she’s got more of a guesthouse than a cervix

So now we get to the crux of the matter
She needs someone as she gets older and fatter
Someone to wheel her between the kettle and the fridge
And change that monthly towel in her ungroomed ridge

There’s only one item that’s still outstanding
jus primae noctis – that wedding night pounding
I suggest a TIBB raffle – we could all buy a ticket
The prize? A sloppy, disease-laden wicket.

Although this poem, is dodgy in theme
I’m sure she’ll appreciate it when she moves to the scheme
If she’s ever single, and finds herself love-starvin’
She can pop next door, and snuggle with Marvin

But to them both, I wish only love and laughter
Not just in this life, but eternal hereafter
She really is a hell of a catch
If you don’t mind a girl with a cavernous snatch

Your opinion of me is heartwarming.

:laugh2:

[Jesus.]

Your opinion of me is heartwarming.

:laugh2:

I was being kind as you're getting married. I didn't want to write down what I really think.

[Niamh.]

You should get one of the kids to read it out at the wedding Lee

[Jesus.]

You should get one of the kids to read it out at the wedding Lee

She'd be doing that wave at your eyes thing that x-factor contestants do, as it would be too emotional.

[AnnieK]

It should definitely be in the Best Man's speech

[Niamh.]

She'd be doing that wave at your eyes thing that x-factor contestants do, as it would be too emotional.

:laugh:

[Z]

The ballad of Lee & Dave

Of all forum members that use Tea Eye Bee Bee
There are none with a mouth as foul as she
With a tongue sharp enough to kill or to hunt
Never misses an opportunity to call me a ******.

Her days of toilet 3somes will soon disappear
And STI’s dripping down her thighs like tears
to only one man she will make humanist pledges
No more sucking off strangers for Benson & Hedges

With more jimmies than LK could ever be rustlin’
Shouting at her kids “did you take a sh**e? That’s ******ing disgustin’”
Although everyman in Scotland has ridden this bike
It’s now time for them to all take a hike.

An Englishman is better – don’t let Dave settle for this
A Scottish scag head that’s always on the piss
Now I don’t want to raise an alarm
But the reason she’s shy to get out her arms
Is nothing to do with those bingo wings
It’s the giveaway needle marks – those little black rings
But all those dealers needed to be serviced
This is why she’s got more of a guesthouse than a cervix

So now we get to the crux of the matter
She needs someone as she gets older and fatter
Someone to wheel her between the kettle and the fridge
And change that monthly towel in her ungroomed ridge

There’s only one item that’s still outstanding
jus primae noctis – that wedding night pounding
I suggest a TIBB raffle – we could all buy a ticket
The prize? A sloppy, disease-laden wicket.

Although this poem, is dodgy in theme
I’m sure she’ll appreciate it when she moves to the scheme
If she’s ever single, and finds herself love-starvin’
She can pop next door, and snuggle with Marvin

But to them both, I wish only love and laughter
Not just in this life, but eternal hereafter
She really is a hell of a catch
If you don’t mind a girl with a cavernous snatch

:laugh2: I'M CRYING!!!

[Ammi]

..and this is one of the reasons why the man was voted Most Loved..because he's very occasionally, mildly funny...

[Lee.]

Very mildly...

[Glenn.]

Omg that was amazing :laugh2:

[King Gizzard]

vlVS3npJk_I

[Ammi]

..that's actually very good...


who would have thought Nathan
would be the defender of dough bakin'
and become so upset
about le poor baguette...



..maybe I'm being dumb because I don't know anything about computer recording devices/noises they make... but were you clipping your nails through that..that just seems so random....

[GypsyGoth]

This is my latest creation and I call it Coffee!!!

Coffee here coffee there
Coffee ****ing everywhere!!!!

[Ammi]

This is my latest creation and I call it Coffee!!!

Coffee here coffee there
Coffee ****ing everywhere!!!!

...:lovedup:...incredible....I love you GG...

[Ammi]

..can I have a decaf please..?..

[King Gizzard]

I like how you channelled the side effects of coffee in that poem what a great poem there well done

[GypsyGoth]

Thank you both :love:


I was making coffee at the time I thought of it.

[Ammi]

Thank you both :love:


I was making coffee at the time I thought of it.

..it's the simple/little things that are most inspirational...that coffee brought the poet out from inside you...

[Stu]

'Scream Of Consciousness'


Now is all you have
Cosmogyral, starlight through vanity
A Selection For Societal Sanity
Find what you love and let it kill you
The fundamental craving of the human spirit
A desire to transcend the survival biased filter of perception
The bars of a cognitive prision
And I'll burn my house down to make a loaf of bread
Again and again
Until it's time

[Ammi]

'Scream Of Consciousness'


Now is all you have
Cosmogyral, starlight through vanity
A Selection For Societal Sanity
Find what you love and let it kill you
The fundamental craving of the human spirit
A desire to transcend the survival biased filter of perception
The bars of a cognitive prision
And I'll burn my house down to make a loaf of bread
Again and again
Until it's time


..WOW...

'Find what you love and let it kill you'

[Stu]

Stolen from Charles Bukowski, whom I have a mental obsession with.

I had the phrase in my head all weekend. I was reminded of it when I thought of how weird it is where you overcome all short term hurdles and find that you are in such a positive light that it can seem forbiddingly overwhelming in a "surely it can't be this good" slightly jagged, arrogant way. What you love could kill you etc. Not sure how to express it.

And I really, really want to do ideas around a freelove proto expressionism society gone horribly wrong. The idea of freedom pushed so far that if you are not deemed free enough you're out. Some tragically ironic, totalitarian "you must make art or you're useless" society. I'm sure the idea has been put into books and stuff before but I've never heard it. That's where Selection For Societal Sanity comes from. I'd love to do something with that title.

[Ammi]

..that poem/those words are kind of very cynical but also very insightful as well, so I don't really want them to be cynical...I want them to be uplifting/hopeful..?...yet somehow they leave you with a feeling of hope/belief as well just because you know that someone else kind of 'gets it'...has experienced all of the rubbish but still sees some hope and good..and yet doesn't..is realistic....hmmm, it's too early for thoughts but I know what I mean lol....

[Ammi]

..'the bars of the cognitive prison'....is just so true for most people..it's just realising it and that's the part that 'frees' you....

[Sticks]

This is my latest creation and I call it Coffee!!!

Coffee here coffee there
Coffee ****ing everywhere!!!!

This was my award winning coffee related poem, in the form of a Haiku

Instant one flavour
Real has many flavours
I prefer real

[GypsyGoth]

I like haikus :worship:

[Ammi]

When the sun is at its brightest but outside the skies are grey
When the words have choked inside you and there’s nothing left to say
When fear is armed and at the front line preparing to advance
When your chosen song is playing but your feet refuse to dance

When the orchestra is playing but comes crushing through your ears
When the world around is waltzing but you’re crippled in your fear
When life’s beggar stretches out his hand, there’s nothing left to give
When death grows more intriguing than the prison where you live

When you’re looking for tomorrow but it’s nowhere to be found
When you’re stuck within this moment and your arms and legs are bound
When you bathe in pools of tears and they incinerate your skin
When this game of life you’re playing is the one you’ll never win

When you’re seeking words of promise in the solace of the song
but the symphony won’t reach you on the tower you sit upon
When the prisoner inside you pleads for mercy to be shown
but the pleadings are unheeded as his flesh falls from the bone

When the wilderness consumes you and you lay your head to rest
And you sink into the wasteland as you terminate your quest
When the hostess of depression hands an invite to her lair
And your helpless desolation makes her certain to ensnare

[Ammi]

Fluttering on the ledge of solitude
Tormented abyss of desolation
Dejection has spread warm enclosing wings
Plummeting hope into desperation

Within a tiptoe of self-awareness
Blink of an eye from eradication
Anguished depths embrace all hopelessness
Intertwining with resignation

Poised on the brink of mental misery
Amid a faltering hesitation
Suspended upon celestial charges
In a tantalising levitation

Floating on the verge of obscurity
On fine clouds of nullification
Hovering on the edge of wretchedness
Abrupt plunge into eradication

[Ammi]

I don't want to boast
but I had a ghost
through the post
from the Ivory Coast
and it was eating toast
instead of a pot roast
silly ghost

[Stu]

Dustbunnies

I awoke today with blue vacant eyes
Staring into heaven
And a swirl inside told me
That time was somehow different

I knew my doldrums had come to a halt
My conscious no longer a pillar of salt
I want my spirit out of it's vault
My soul control without a bitter fault

I want someone to share life with me
No coma soulmate for a poster child reality
We'll find beauty outside of the screen
Then write the adverts in the middle of your dreams

No more background periphary
Just god watching our ballet of beauty
Seeing out hearts bleed in to each other
Tinkering with the machinery of our new life

Sex, money and free will
Dreaming of worlds larger than our own
With a smile for everyone
Anesthetized in the joy of the setting sun

A conscious attempt on my part to write something a little less gloomy. I recently finished reading Girlfriend In A Coma for like the millionth time - it's practically my Bible - so it's partly in the flavor of that.

[Ammi]

Dustbunnies

I awoke today with blue vacant eyes
Staring into heaven
And a swirl inside told me
That time was somehow different

I knew my doldrums had come to a halt
My conscious no longer a pillar of salt
I want my spirit out of it's vault
My soul control without a bitter fault

I want someone to share life with me
No coma soulmate for a poster child reality
We'll find beauty outside of the screen
Then write the adverts in the middle of your dreams

No more background periphary
Just god watching our ballet of beauty
Seeing out hearts bleed in to each other
Tinkering with the machinery of our new life

Sex, money and free will
Dreaming of worlds larger than our own
With a smile for everyone
Anesthetized in the joy of the setting sun

A conscious attempt on my part to write something a little less gloomy. I recently finished reading Girlfriend In A Coma for like the millionth time - it's practically my Bible - so it's partly in the flavor of that.

..I'm not familiar with Girlfriend In A Coma but there are some great lines there, Stu...these are my favourites...

No more background periphary
Just god watching our ballet of beauty
Seeing out hearts bleed in to each other
Tinkering with the machinery of our new life


Anesthetized in the joy of the setting sun


..it's really good writing/poetry, Stu...

[Stu]

Thank you :).

I'd recommend checking it out sometime. Girlfriend In A Coma, I mean. It's a beautiful sort of existentialist novel about a group of young adults having personal apocalypses and stuff in Canada.

Can't describe it but yeah it's brilliant.

[Ammi]

..I'll definitely look out for it, I have to recommend a read to my book club anyway...when I join a book club that is....

[Kate!]

I'm amazed at the poetry in here, amazing stuff :love:

I've written a little poem about my mum, it's simplistic but heartfelt.

Grief

I've cried more than
a thousand tears
At memories we've shared
over the years
It's hard to accept
you being gone
And that life
has to go on

I miss you mum
You were taken too young
But in God I still trust
That you're somewhere
Still watching over us

Goodnight my beautiful mum

:love:

[Kate!]

It's my dad's birthday today, he's been gone over 10 years so the pain has faded away and I just have good memories but the pain of losing my mum is still very very raw so I wanted to share the poem I chose as part of her eulogy, it's lovely, bittersweet but lovely...

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all she's left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want:
smile,
open your eyes,
love
and go on.
Author Unknown
________________________________

Shame the author never put their name to it, it's beautiful.

[Benjamin]

Going through my old poems and figured I hadn't put anything in here for a while. Hopefully it will kick my arse to write more.



Dear Husband,

I love you.

I love the way your hands massage pain into my heart and shoulders.
I love how you are unsupportive in everything I try to accomplish.
I love the way you roll your eyes at every suggestion I have.
I love how you keep a tab for every single penny I earn and spend.
I love how you demand instant reply, yet leave me dwindling in silence.
I love when your fists strike doors, and my brown eyes.
I love how you punish me for every woman that has hurt you in the past,
That means so much to me, you wonderful man. Thank you.
I love how you gained total dominance of me, made me your puppet,
Always holding and controlling my strings.
I love how you have made me feel so alone, even my shadow is yours.

Dear husband,

I love you.

[JoshBB]

I know it was posted a while back, and I'm not a big fan of poetry, but I really liked that Dustbunnies one Stu posted.

[kirklancaster]

A day the birds refused to sing
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space
Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
Could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?
To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know the battle had been won
Although you lost the fight
They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me
The birds are singing once again
Sweet messangers of song
I hear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

I lost someone very dear recently and still find it very difficult sometimes to come to terms because I didn't get the chance to say goodbye

Beautiful, moving and very poignant.

[kirklancaster]

Here's a couple of my favourites:

What Is It?

Cloud formations
on a given day
and wondering
if you've seen them too
are enough to make a morning
pass for me.

Was your day
filled with wanting,
or the needlepoint of knowing
that I waited
and that I wait for you?
I did.
I do.

Swing safely home to me,
come evening.
Make room for me
within your life
and I'll make room for you
within my arms.

If you don't know algebra
or Alice by the the fire,
or even why some roses
fail to climb the wall,
ask the question of me.
Never be afraid to say,
What is it?

Rod McKuen



We'll Go No More A-Roving

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

Lord Byron.

[Benjamin]

To you my love,

on this day in which we have waited a year
to show the world how much we really care.

The silence
the eyes
the long drawn out nights in the room,
steadily declining
such resentment consume.
Each night we become
the dining dead at the table
nothing like love
in the childhood fairytale fables,

Such few words
such few caring
such few interest in you
your lack of interest in me also is nothing new.

We become one for the show
become one for our friends
back through that door our façade soon ends.
Then back to ourselves
back to self despair
back to this noose of "love"
yet I chose to place myself there.

But somehow this silence is a blessing
as it saves the future testament
of much later life with you
and making the investment.

But don't tell me you love me
such an empty shell,
prolonging both our living hell.
You took my heart from the grave
how I wished you left it there
since with each passing year I grow in despair.

[Sticks]

Garage Flowers on Valentines Day
They said I was in trouble with garage flowers
They said that she would know I forgot
They did not see how hurt I was inside
I could not afford the places they suggested as they went off to their Valentine dinner dates
So here I feel all the more wretched, because I could only get Garage flowers
But among the other graves as I remember you and what I lost, they still show how much you meant to me.

[thesheriff443]

One from me!
Standing in rain so the tears don't show
Each rain drop feels like a hammer blow
I know it was love, that's why it hurts me so
My feelings are raw, they ebb and flow
Your a grenade in my hand that I can't let go
I want to hate you, but my heart won't let me
Your life seems full but mines half empty
So now I'm drowning in a head full of emotion
Another victim in the lost love ocean.

[kirklancaster]

One from me!
Standing in rain so the tears don't show
Each rain drop feels like a hammer blow
I know it was love, that's why it hurts me so
My feelings are raw, they ebb and flow
Your a grenade in my hand that I can't let go
I want to hate you, but my heart won't let me
Your life seems full but mines half empty
So now I'm drowning in a head full of emotion
Another victim in the lost love ocean.

Did you actually pen this Sheriff? It's brilliant.

[thesheriff443]

Did you actually pen this Sheriff? It's brilliant.

Thank you, yes I did write it, I know it's hard to believe, but It came out of my mind and on to my phone in the small hours.

It's funny, I think, some of the best stuff comes out when someone is suffering and feeling real pain.

[thesheriff443]

You look at me, as i look at you
We both realise what we are about to do,
We lean towards each other
This is so much more than being just a lover
I want to know why I feel the way I do
Why have I never gotten over you
It's been so long and we know it's wrong
So why can't we leave it
We both have what we want so why don't we believe it
I have a hunger in my heart, it's begging me to feed it
You are my addiction, give me a fix, I totally need it
Your heart was there for me to take, the promise I made I did not break
I know my feelings are not one sided, our love is being tested and our loyalties divided
I don't want to text you but I know i will
I can't hide the way you feel.

[Sticks]

I may have posted this here before, so my apologies. Facebook reminded me I had posted this.

For Valentines Day:

Garage Flowers on Valentines Day
They said I was in trouble with garage flowers
They said that she would know I forgot
They did not see how hurt I was inside
I could not afford the places they suggested as they went off to their Valentine dinner dates
So here I feel all the more wretched, because I could only get Garage flowers
But among the other graves as I remember you and what I lost, they still show how much you meant to me.

[Ammi]

....awwwww, that's beautiful Sticks..:love:..

[kirklancaster]

Thank you, yes I did write it, I know it's hard to believe, but It came out of my mind and on to my phone in the small hours.

It's funny, I think, some of the best stuff comes out when someone is suffering and feeling real pain.

Brilliant. And it is so true that we write much better when we are emotional. I do.

I have even cried when I have written sad or tragic situations for some of my characters. :blush:

[thesheriff443]

A beautiful flower in a bed of weeds
Standing alone as they grow their incestuos seeds
You grow stronger, but the weeds grow too
By now they cover,smother and entangle you
Coming at you from every angle,But still you resist their daily strangle
Without you my beautiful flower,there would only be a bed of weeds

[NorthNessie]

Nothingness
The clouds break,
shattering to reveal,
the black cradle,
that cups the stars.

My lungs spread,
breathing in the razor sharp air,
letting it pierce the soft flesh,
till they deflate.

I cry,
with the memory of joy,
and let time wash over me,
cleaning my mind.

As the trees shadows,
melt and begin to rain,
I am swallowed,
up into the nights embrace,
I can do nothing,
but submit to the eerie,
sensation,
of being one with the stars,
shining bright,
in this nothingness.

[kirklancaster]

Loving this poetry.

[waterhog]

you got good taste kirky baby

[Johnnyuk123]

I remember this poem called Death is nothing at all. I was given it from the vicar after my mother died many years ago. It has a beautiful message.

Here it is.

Death Is Nothing At All.

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

[thesheriff443]

Reflection
I look up and you are there
Sometimes it's just a glance
Sometimes it's a meaningful stare
Sometimes you looked concerned
Sometimes I think you just don't care
Sometimes I think your the hound
Sometimes you think I'm the hare
Sometimes your covered in layers
Sometimes I'm laid out bare
Sometimes I look at you and I see myself!!!

[NorthNessie]

I wrote and presented this for a poetry slam at my school. I didn't win, but did receive a high mark and praises for it.

You

You’re usually fine when we are together,
But at home,
When you’re alone,
I know that you’re not okay.

You hate yourself,
like I hate this planet,
You think that everything you do,
Every word you say,
Every movement,
and heart beat,
Is a mistake.
But you’re wrong!

To me,
The words you speak are poetry,
And the moves you make are your own unique dance,
I celebrate every single heartbeat,
Because as long as it beats,
You are mine.

Darling, if you were a mistake,
You’d be the best one I’ve ever made.

No, your problems don’t hurt me,
I can’t blame you for what is going on in your beautiful mind.
I remind you countless times,
That I too have been there,
That yes, many people have those types of thoughts,
That many people have felt the same thing as you and I,
You, are not alone.

I am not hurt,
But it saddens me,
That you cannot see the amazing person I do,
That you are hurting,
And I am fine,
Sitting at my desk, wasting time doing things that mean nothing to me.

Every experience of depression is different,
You are affected a different way than someone else.
For many,
It slowly finds you at your most vulnerable,
Like a leach at the lake,
It snatches on,
You never noticing,
it sucks everything good away,
And replaces it with demons and nightmares.

There’s always a sense of,
I’m depressed,
But usually, when that occurs,
It’s already too late to call for help.

For you,
it has made you believe that your biggest mistake,
is your own existence…

Would you know,
if the closest person to you,
Believed that their own existence was a mistake?
That the world would be a better place without them?
Probably not,
because the people who think this,
Can never bring their voices up,
To say it.

They are so scared,
That none of the words come out,
And it’s just a battle in their minds,
So they revert to any fashion of getting the demons out,
Like writing or typing words down that have meaning at the moment,
But in a year time,
Might be seen as attention seeking?

To those of us who know,
The ones that have been there,
We can tell the difference between the millions of dark images of a girl's slit wrist,
with the caption ‘I’m fine’,
From an actual cry for help.

You are fine, when we're together,
But at home,
When you are alone,
I know you're not okay.

[VintageBB]

A day the birds refused to sing
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space
Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
Could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?
To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know the battle had been won
Although you lost the fight
They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me
The birds are singing once again
Sweet messangers of song
I hear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

[VintageBB]

^Beautiful poem.

[kirklancaster]

I remember this poem called Death is nothing at all. I was given it from the vicar after my mother died many years ago. It has a beautiful message.

Here it is.

Death Is Nothing At All.

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

WOW Johnny - I practice this very method with my departed loved ones and always advise others to do the same.

Uncanny.

This poem will be added to my collection now.

[Johnnyuk123]

WOW Johnny - I practice this very method with my departed loved ones and always advise others to do the same.

Uncanny.

This poem will be added to my collection now.

I still have it here Kirk. It's a lovely way to remember those who have passed.
:wavey:

[Cherie]

I wrote and presented this for a poetry slam at my school. I didn't win, but did receive a high mark and praises for it.

You

You’re usually fine when we are together,
But at home,
When you’re alone,
I know that you’re not okay.

You hate yourself,
like I hate this planet,
You think that everything you do,
Every word you say,
Every movement,
and heart beat,
Is a mistake.
But you’re wrong!

To me,
The words you speak are poetry,
And the moves you make are your own unique dance,
I celebrate every single heartbeat,
Because as long as it beats,
You are mine.

Darling, if you were a mistake,
You’d be the best one I’ve ever made.

No, your problems don’t hurt me,
I can’t blame you for what is going on in your beautiful mind.
I remind you countless times,
That I too have been there,
That yes, many people have those types of thoughts,
That many people have felt the same thing as you and I,
You, are not alone.

I am not hurt,
But it saddens me,
That you cannot see the amazing person I do,
That you are hurting,
And I am fine,
Sitting at my desk, wasting time doing things that mean nothing to me.

Every experience of depression is different,
You are affected a different way than someone else.
For many,
It slowly finds you at your most vulnerable,
Like a leach at the lake,
It snatches on,
You never noticing,
it sucks everything good away,
And replaces it with demons and nightmares.

There’s always a sense of,
I’m depressed,
But usually, when that occurs,
It’s already too late to call for help.

For you,
it has made you believe that your biggest mistake,
is your own existence…

Would you know,
if the closest person to you,
Believed that their own existence was a mistake?
That the world would be a better place without them?
Probably not,
because the people who think this,
Can never bring their voices up,
To say it.

They are so scared,
That none of the words come out,
And it’s just a battle in their minds,
So they revert to any fashion of getting the demons out,
Like writing or typing words down that have meaning at the moment,
But in a year time,
Might be seen as attention seeking?

To those of us who know,
The ones that have been there,
We can tell the difference between the millions of dark images of a girl's slit wrist,
with the caption ‘I’m fine’,
From an actual cry for help.

You are fine, when we're together,
But at home,
When you are alone,
I know you're not okay.


That's a good piece of writing but intense

[Tozzie]

Hello peeps, I've not been in the forum for a long time and remember about the poetry forum, I love to write poetry.

I am a carer and I wrote this with the elderly in mind. I hope you like it

Duty of Care

Dark nights are upon us
Yes, Winter’s on it’s way
Our fires will burn brightly
To keep the cold at bay

But what about the old folks
Who can’t afford the bills
They’ll shiver in their homes
Hypothermia sometimes kills

Some may be so lonely
As no one ever calls
They just sit in their rooms
Looking only at four walls

Lets think about our old folk
That may be feeling sad
A little call upon them
Then they may not feel so bad

As fellow human beings
We have a duty of care
To make our old peoples day
A little easier to bear

A small amount of our time
Could bring a smile upon their face
Making them feel happy
Restoring faith in the human race


©

[Ammi]

..Tozzie..:amazed:..:love:...well hello you, how lovely to see you again.. a very welcome sight indeed...I don't have time to read your poem atm as I'm rushing for work, but stay right there and don't go anywhere...be right back etc...


..(really great to see you missy..)....

[NorthNessie]

I was walking on a path in the mountains, and was inspired to write this...

The air is fresh,
Feeding the lungs with each lush breath.
The calm, soothing silence,
of a forest well aware.
Waiting, anticipating,
for something to appear.
It's breath held in, as I exhale gently.
We in turn, wait for the other,
no need to hurry,
Time is slowing down.

[Ammi]

..that's lovely, Nessie..:love:..the inspiration of being/just existing as a part of the beauty around us, eh....

[Gusto Brunt]

A Year Ends

And so, it ends
The year, my friends
It ends how it begun
Better believe it, my son

Too many celebs died
They tried to hide
But Death got them all
They heard the call.

But not let's all be glum
Feel lucky, my chum

You're still alive and well
Go out and tell
The world you're still here
And raise a glass of beer.:hee:

[Tozzie]

Remembering Mother

As Mothers Day approaches
I’m feeling awful sadness
But then when I look back
That feeling turns to gladness

The gladness that I feel
Is because you were my Mother
If I could have chosen one
Wouldn’t wanted any other

You see my dearest Mother
You had kindness in your eyes
Your heart was full of love
And you were always oh so wise

You taught me kindness matters
How to spread much love and care
You gave out cuddles daily
And you were always there

Whilst I cannot give you cuddles now
I hope from Heaven that you see
I’m doing all I can
To be the best person I can be

Thank you my beautiful Mother
For teaching me right from wrong
As I lay flowers at your grave
I’ll sing you a beautiful song

I Love & Miss You Mummy

©Tozzie

[reece(:]

Your World
BY GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON
Your world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.

But I sighted the distant horizon
Where the skyline encircled the sea
And I throbbed with a burning desire
To travel this immensity.

I battered the cordons around me
And cradled my wings on the breeze,
Then soared to the uttermost reaches
With rapture, with power, with ease!

Iconic :love:

[Wizard.]

A little poem I wrote myself

YOU AND I

You and I
Our love, is true.
Like the one between the sun,
And the moon.
Where the sea meets the sky
There we'll be,
You- and I.

[Ammi]

...beautiful, Wizard...:lovedup:...it’s nice to see the Hut being posted in again...:love:..

[Wizard.]

...beautiful, Wizard...:lovedup:...it’s nice to see the Hut being posted in again...:love:..

Thanks :love:

[Marsh.]

Ugh,
Excuse me ladeh,
You're supposed to be on the bloody till

[Crimson Dynamo]

A little poem I wrote myself

YOU AND I

You and I
Our love, is true.
Like the one between the sun,
And the moon.
Where the sea meets the sky
There we'll be,
You- and I.

im not having a go but the sun and the moon dont have a love affair

they are 150 million kilometres away for a kick off and one is a star and the other a planet:shrug:

[Marsh.]

im not having a go but the sun and the moon dont have a love affair

they are 150 million kilometres away for a kick off and one is a star and the other a planet:shrug:

Inter-species love and give each other space. :love: Perfect.

[Crimson Dynamo]

Inter-species love and give each other space. :love: Perfect.

I think the sun should stick to its own kind, i mean there is nothing wrong with dating Proxima Centauri.

The moon should reign in its thirst and maybe look to some clubs around Saturn to get some satellite action

[Wizard.]

Ugh,
Excuse me ladeh,
You're supposed to be on the bloody till

Listen ‘ere I’m at the bloody till writing poetry okay!

im not having a go but the sun and the moon dont have a love affair

they are 150 million kilometres away for a kick off and one is a star and the other a planet:shrug:

Star crossed lovers :love:

[thesheriff443]

Music fills my ears as my eyes fill with tears
Remembering loved ones lost throughout the years
The end can come at any time
A depressing thought at the back of your troubled mind
But life is a never ending test
It’s never a fail if you have given your best
So hold your head up high and fcuk the rest

[MTVN]

Very nice sheriff, your own words?

[MTVN]

O dreams! Where has your sweetness vanished?
And where has youth (glib rhyme) been banished?
Can it be true, it's bloom has passed,
Has withered, withered now at last?
Can it be true my heyday's ended-
All elegiac play aside-
That now indeed my spring has died
(As I in jest so oft pretended)?
And is there no return of youth?
Shall I be thirty soon, in truth?

And so life's afternoon has started,
As I must now admit, I see.
But let us then as friends be parted,
My sparkling youth, before you flee!
I thank you for your host of treasures,
For pain and grief as well as pleasures,
For storms and feasts and worldly noise,
For all your gifts and all your joys;
My thanks to you. With you I've tasted,
Amid the tumult and the still,
Life's essence...and enjoyed my fill.
Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted,
I start upon an untrod way
To take my rest from yesterday
__

That's my favourite section from Eugene Onegin which I read this year, it's so good I immediately finished it then went back and read it all again. I had just turned 30 when I read it so this felt very apt :pipe2:

[thesheriff443]

Very nice sheriff, your own words?
Thanks, yes wrote it over a cup of tea this week

[thesheriff443]

Alone in the darkness I lay awake
Memories of you to the grave I will take
You were far from my first nor my last
I’m living in the future but head is drowning in the past
They say true love is the only one that lasts
If only I could go back and change my past

[thesheriff443]

If I had a gun I’d play Russian roulette just for fun
Each squeeze of the trigger would see my pupils grow bigger
The end could come by my own shaky hand
Taking the express route to the promised land
But this time it’s just for fun
It’s only blanks in that smoking gun

[Sticks]

A blank can still kill at close enough range - The covered this on a CSI New York

[thesheriff443]

A blank can still kill at close enough range - The covered this on a CSI New York

To even things up, lots of people survive being shot in the head with real bullets

[The Slim Reaper]

lots of people survive being shot in the head with real bullets
Doesn't matter the hairstyle; be it bouffant or mullet.

[The Slim Reaper]

Still the most romantic poem ever written.

The ballad of Lee & Dave

Of all forum members that use Tea Eye Bee Bee
There are none with a mouth as foul as she
With a tongue sharp enough to kill or to hunt
Never misses an opportunity to call me a ******.

Her days of toilet 3somes will soon disappear
And STI’s dripping down her thighs like tears
to only one man she will make humanist pledges
No more sucking off strangers for Benson & Hedges

With more jimmies than LK could ever be rustlin’
Shouting at her kids “did you take a sh**e? That’s ******ing disgustin’”
Although everyman in Scotland has ridden this bike
It’s now time for them to all take a hike.

An Englishman is better – don’t let Dave settle for this
A Scottish scag head that’s always on the piss
Now I don’t want to raise an alarm
But the reason she’s shy to get out her arms
Is nothing to do with those bingo wings
It’s the giveaway needle marks – those little black rings
But all those dealers needed to be serviced
This is why she’s got more of a guesthouse than a cervix

So now we get to the crux of the matter
She needs someone as she gets older and fatter
Someone to wheel her between the kettle and the fridge
And change that monthly towel in her ungroomed ridge

There’s only one item that’s still outstanding
jus primae noctis – that wedding night pounding
I suggest a TIBB raffle – we could all buy a ticket
The prize? A sloppy, disease-laden wicket.

Although this poem, is dodgy in theme
I’m sure she’ll appreciate it when she moves to the scheme
If she’s ever single, and finds herself love-starvin’
She can pop next door, and snuggle with Marvin

But to them both, I wish only love and laughter
Not just in this life, but eternal hereafter
She really is a hell of a catch
If you don’t mind a girl with a cavernous snatch

[Cherie]

O dreams! Where has your sweetness vanished?
And where has youth (glib rhyme) been banished?
Can it be true, it's bloom has passed,
Has withered, withered now at last?
Can it be true my heyday's ended-
All elegiac play aside-
That now indeed my spring has died
(As I in jest so oft pretended)?
And is there no return of youth?
Shall I be thirty soon, in truth?

And so life's afternoon has started,
As I must now admit, I see.
But let us then as friends be parted,
My sparkling youth, before you flee!
I thank you for your host of treasures,
For pain and grief as well as pleasures,
For storms and feasts and worldly noise,
For all your gifts and all your joys;
My thanks to you. With you I've tasted,
Amid the tumult and the still,
Life's essence...and enjoyed my fill.
Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted,
I start upon an untrod way
To take my rest from yesterday
__

That's my favourite section from Eugene Onegin which I read this year, it's so good I immediately finished it then went back and read it all again. I had just turned 30 when I read it so this felt very apt :pipe2:

lovely